Lovely girl**rewrite

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He woke alone, tired from the day.
What fucking time is it, he wondered
Doesn’t really matter– he’s got the day off, time to kill, time to play, time to fuck
little miss perfect who lived down the road. It was, after all, his favorite way to spend an afternoon.
It was mid- summer and Michael’s skin shone dark from working at the farms around town. He was a local or at least he used to be. His parents left him some land in his old hometown, coming back only in the summers to help around the local farms for summer harvest season. He’d watched her since they where kids. Nikki was perfect.Michael had been seeing her for years each summer–when she returned from college,work,or overseas. He never really knew where she spent her time, but honestly never really cared. He just knew the smooth landscape of her body drove him crazy. He dreamt of the sun shining through her summer dresses, silhouetting her perfect form.
The sun’s kisses bronzing her breasts and back to a glistening golden brown. He longed to taste her, feel her swallow his cock, grasp her hair from behind as he slid his cock in her perfect ass. This would be the summer, he thought. This would be the year he’d make his summer dream come true. As the sun began to set that night, a gentle breeze came to the fields bringing a chill. Michael turned to close the window, and his heart hammered iin his chest when he glimpsed Nikki walking down his driveway. “Oh shit,” he thought, looking at his shirtless chest,worn jeans and work boots. Quickly he walked to the kitchen, splashed some water on his face, pushed his hair out of his eyes and walked out to meet her. Would this be the night all his fantasies come to life? She would ride his cock for hours, feeling him come deep inside her only to lick him clean and suck him into arousal for a second and third round, ok, Michael get a grip , first answer the fucking door. “Hi Nikki” how are you tonight? To be continued….

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Born in a vineyard in 1970, napa valley to be exact. Published Poet, International Artist, Cancer survivor and Advocate for young onset Parkinson's disease. "Be brave, Be bold and thrive in the life you have." c.2012
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